reuptake

remedy, remedy, you've become a crutch, a pill i take, to swallow, all my sorrow, not to change, my sadness is not poetic, a sickness without a cure, my sadness is not romantic, a weakness and nothing more, maybe i'm being dramatic, or maybe it's because i'm bored, but i'm sick of feeling pathetic, don't need this part of me anymore, oh, how we glorify illness, our movement is vain, if the outcome is stillness, we came here to fix ourselves, but found pride in our pain, and made a home out of our hell, so if we were to find a cure, how could we ever tell?, remedy, remedy, you've become a crutch, a pill i take, to swallow, all my sorrow, not to change, i wish i could say, that it all floats away, but it stays, a recessive trait, just laying dormant, a pacified torment, found a way, to keep it at bay, but for the first time in years, my head's finally clear, and that i'll take, that i'll take, it's enough, just to feel okay, but two years on now, don't feel quite like myself, but i'm not quite sure how, there's something in the way, between who i am now, and who i used to be, for years my pain defined me, now without it i'm searching, for some sort of meaning, i went looking for you everywhere, but you were gone, remedy, remedy, you've become a crutch, a pill i take, to swallow, all my sorrow, not to change, remedy, remedy, will i ever change?